Thinking of Miss Margaret's honor, Ah Cuo's heart was filled with panic. At the moment, following the example of the little old man just now, he took the rose in his hand. But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't see the pale green fluorescence on his body again, let alone turn the dry roses into flowers.

"It's such an amazing thing to give life, why do you look like you're constipated?" The old man finally drank Monroe's flask dry in the third sip, and after a long sip of wine, he glanced at the pocket watch in his hand again, and continued to Ah Cuo: "Half of the six minutes have passed, it seems that I have to put a little pressure on you properly." ”

As he spoke, the little old man suddenly had a revolver in his hand. He unloaded the bullets from the magazine in front of Ah Cuo, and then grabbed a bullet and loaded it into the empty magazine. Then he used his left hand, which was still hanging on the pin, to quickly turn the drum, and when the drum turned to the fastest, he flicked his wrist to reassemble the drum.

"It's been a long time since I've played Russian roulette" The little old man Seaman pointed his gun at Acuo, and after glancing at Monroe, who was all right, he said to him: "Last time, it was also this kind of pressure that allowed you to open the world at the last second, although until now Uncle Seaman doesn't know what your abilities are." But now it seems that this method also seems to work best. By the time the last word came out, Seaman had already pulled off the hammer.

With Monroe here, this little old man wouldn't have actually shot. Just when Ah Cuo just had this idea, he suddenly heard "Bang!" With a loud bang, bullets flew past his scalp. Ah Cuo had even felt the heat of the bullet grazing the skin of his face, and Ah Cuo shrank his neck in fright, and the cold sweat instantly soaked his clothes.

"I'm sorry, I went off." The little old man seemed to be fine, and while reproducing the bullets, he smiled and continued to Ah Cuo: "This pistol has not been maintained for a long time, you know, whether it is a person or a gun, it is inevitable that there will be a small problem when the grade is older." But there shouldn't be any more surprises this time, and I'll remind you that there's still two minutes to go. I'll pull the trigger every 10 seconds at the last minute, and if you're lucky, you'll get a flower back before I pull the trigger for the first time, or before the sixth pull, and hopefully you'll make it to that point. ”

After hearing the gunfire just now, Ah Cuo already understood that the little old man was not joking, and Monroe had no intention of coming over to save him, just sitting on the sofa and watching. Ah Cuo was so nervous that he could hear his own heartbeat now, and he tried all the means, but the withered rose still didn't mean to open at all.

"It's the last minute" came from the slow voice of the little old man, and when the last word landed, the little old man had already pulled the trigger. Fortunately, there was only a soft "pop", and no bullets were fired like just now. The little old man pulled down the hammer again, and said slowly: "Don't worry, there are still five chances, okay, we will count five ......"

At this time, Ah Cuo suddenly shouted loudly: "Impossible! Monroe said that the chances of the same ability appearing are slim. Even if I have an ability, it can't be the same as yours! It's impossible for this flower to bloom ......."

Before Ah Cuo finished speaking, the little old man had already pulled the trigger again. With another "snap", the little old man's voice sounded again: "There are four more chances, I didn't say that you will have the same ability as Uncle Ximan, but what will be returned to Uncle Seaman must be flowers......"

At this point, the little old man pulled the trigger again. Ah Cuo's character broke out today, and three shots in a row did not turn to the magazine with bullets.

"Your luck is really good," the little old man pulled down the hammer again, and said at the same time: "Last time, it was also in the position where you were sitting, and there was a person in a similar situation to you. But his luck was much worse than yours, and the second shot went off......"

At this point, the little old man Seaman pulled the trigger again, and after a soft sound, he continued: "The penultimate chance, when brains and blood splattered the entire sofa. See the handrail on your left? Baby Margaret wiped it for a long time to wipe it out......"

The little old man completely ignored the blank Ah Cuo in his head, and after pulling the trigger again, he sighed and said, "You don't have much luck left, it seems that Monroe has found the wrong person, you are not Lin's child." Poor Lin, he loves your mother so much" At this point, he pulled the trigger on Ah Cuo's head for the fifth time.

said that he was not Lin Zun's son, and said that Lin Zun loved Ah Cuo's mother, which meant that Ah Cuo's mother brought Lin Zun a green hat and gave birth to Ah Cuo.

At this time, Ah Cuo's mind was blank, but after listening to the little old man's words, he suddenly became angry, and he couldn't care about the dry roses in his hands and the muzzle of the gun on his head. A backhand punch hit the little old man's temple, Ah Cuo had already let it out, thinking that before this punch hit the little old man Seaman, he would be shot in the head. Unexpectedly, the little old man suddenly disappeared out of thin air when he was about to hit this punch.

After being stunned for a moment, Ah Cuo immediately understood what was going on. Turning to Monroe, he yelled, "Which end of the hell are you?" I didn't see you helping me just now, now help him? The little old man who had just disappeared out of thin air sat beside Monroe with a smile on his face.

Looking at the angry Ah Cuo, Monroe smiled faintly, pointed to Ah Cuo's hand, and said, "Let's see what you have in your hand first......"

As Monroe spoke, Ah Cuo could already feel the withered rose in his hand change. Just when he was angry, the roses bloomed again silently,

After seeing the change of the roses in his hand, Ah Cuo was stunned for a moment, and after a while, he determined that the flowers in his hand were not hallucinations. But he didn't do anything just now, how to turn dry roses into flowers. recalled every detail just now, as if he had never moved the idea of letting the rose bloom except for beating the little old man, and now that this rose is blooming again, it should have nothing to do with him.

Looking at Ah Cuo's puzzled look, the little old man smiled and said, "When Uncle Seaman first discovered this ability, he was in the same mood as you, he obviously didn't do anything, why did the dead grass turn green again?" Why is there a dead puppy jumping around? Only God can create life, and Uncle Seaman's parents thought their child was a heretic and nearly burned their son to death. ”

Speaking of this, the little old man Seaman paused, he wanted to take another sip of whiskey to ease his mood. However, after realizing that the whiskey in the Monroe flask had been drunk by himself, he licked his lips and said again: "Uncle Seaman was imprisoned in a mental hospital at the age of fifteen, and he always thought that his abilities were hallucinations. It wasn't until he discovered that there were people like Uncle Seaman that he realized that his abilities were real. Compared to Uncle Seaman, you are lucky. At least someone has already walked out of this road, you just have to follow it. ”

Whatever the little old man said, Ah Cuo almost didn't listen to it. He still couldn't understand why the rose in his hand was blooming again, and he didn't react until the little old man finished speaking, looked at Uncle Seaman and said, "I have the same ability as you?" ”

"Uncle Heman didn't say that," the little old man smiled strangely, then pointed to Monroe beside him, and said to Acho: "Now change the object, enter Andreas's world, steal his world, and become your world." ”

Ah Cuo glanced at the little old man Seaman, and then at Monroe beside him. After bowing his head and pondering for a moment, he looked up at He-Man and said, "You mean, my ability is copying?" Can replicate anyone's abilities. Isn't that no one can predict abilities that haven't yet formed? ”

"I'm talking about the fact that no one can predict their own abilities that they haven't yet formed," Monroe slowly corrected his mistakes, then looked at the little old man He-Man and said, "Mr. Sea-Man's ability is life-giving, he can see the souls of animals and plants. Abilities are a byproduct of a strong soul, and Mr. Seaman will know where they are going. ”